"Ghost City?"

Ye Tianhuai's stunned look seemed to be expected by Du Wenle. He looked at Ye Qianhuai with some pride, shook the fan in his hand again, and said, "Haven't you heard of it?" This is a secret in Shengjing City. ”

Ye Qianhuai shook her head, she had a hunch that the conversation was about to enter the realm of ghost legends.

"It's not that mysterious. The ghost market is open in the West Market, but the stalls are not out until night, and it is not every day. The business in the ghost market is not visible, but what cannot be solved during the day can be solved in the ghost market. ”

Ye Tianhuai suddenly realized. Isn't this the black market?

"When Brother Du said Minglu, is he referring to the ghost market?"

"I'm just going to tell you about this, brother, don't tell anyone else." Du Wenle dipped his fingers in some tea, and drew the shape of a moon on the table, with a cross in the middle, "When you go to the ghost market, in the small alley in the northwest, there is a red corner flag hanging on the façade, and a black crescent moon is painted on the corner flag. ”

Speaking of this, Du Wenle tapped the symbols drawn on the table with his hand and continued: "After you go in, say to the shopkeeper: Come to a pot of Zhuangyuan Red." If he asks you: Does the son know the origin of this champion red? You will answer him: the champion wine tasting wine is famous, and the fragrance of the flower store is sweet. Also, remember to bring ten minas of silver. In this way, I will cover the title of your gold list this time. ”

Ye Tianhuai was shocked. When she heard Du Wenle's big words in Wenxin Hall, she vaguely guessed that there must be something greasy in it, thinking of the Chunyu fraud case that could not be solved in her previous life, and she was afraid that there would be a lot of articles in it. Now that she heard Du Wenle say this, she made a little more conjecture in her heart.

She was shocked and cold in her heart, but she had to maintain calm on her face. She got up and made a big salute to Du Wenle, and said with a cheerful face: "Brother Du's great kindness, like reconstruction, Xiaosheng is unforgettable." ”

"It's all about you and my brother, you don't have to be so polite. In the future, when you enter the court, you will have to take care of each other. Du Wenle patted Ye Qianhuai's shoulder, his face full of brothers, friends and brothers.

---

After lunch, Du Wenle insisted on pulling Ye Tianhuai to Hongye Xuan to accompany him to pick out a few scripts. In the end, Ye Tianhuai shirked to make money, so he got out and said goodbye to him.

Ye Qianhuai is not short of money. She walked around the West Market twice, but did not see the corner flag, and estimated that it would not be hung until night. So she asked for an upper room in the inn next to her, and there was a window in the room facing the entrance of the West Market, and she ordered a few side dishes, and sat by the window from the sun's head to the west until it was dark.

The West Market is a mixed place, and the crowds in and out are very chaotic, from dignitaries to peddlers and pawns. The topography of the streets inside is also complex, ranging from three-storey luxury buildings to brick houses that have fallen into disrepair. The roads are not as flat and vertical as the avenues in the upper city, large and small alleys are intertwined, and some alleys seem to have stopped halfway through construction, and the bricks and stones piled on the ground block the way, forming a dead end.

According to Du Wenle, although the ghost market is not subject to the curfew, there may still be Gyeonggi Wei patrols outside the west market. Therefore, she opened this room early, so that she could have a closer place to settle after getting out of the ghost market.

Ye Tianhuai planned the night's actions in his mind over and over again, for fear that he would miss something in a certain step.

This trip was risky, and she shouldn't have come in person. But right now, she really didn't have anyone she could trust to come to the tiger's den for her.

In her previous life, until the moment she died, she thought that her big scene was a peaceful and prosperous world. Therefore, she blamed everything on the leakage of her womanhood and Lu Yanchen's betrayal.

But now it seems that the disadvantages of Dajing are far more than that.

This gap in perception made her dare not believe anyone around her.

The courtiers around her and the minions in the harem, everyone is like an actor and a painter. Each of them has a paintbrush in their hands, and in their own one-foot square field, they depict a corner of this prosperous era for Ye Qianhuai, and weave a stable and peaceful dream for her.

Ye Qianhuai hoped that this dream was true, but everything she had seen and heard since she left the palace seemed to be pouring cold water on her.

Now, for this dream, Ye Tianhuai only has the last trace of dying struggle left in his heart.

There is one last possibility. Maybe Du Wenle was deceived, and the one who promised him the title of the gold list was a liar.

We'll soon find out what happened to everything.

As soon as the sun set, Ye Qian straightened his bags and walked into the streets of Xishi before the curfew.

Perhaps because of the curfew, more than half of the shops in the West Market are closed, and there are few pedestrians on the road. The people who came and went were all in a hurry, and some of them wore hats or veils to hide their faces.

Ye Qianhuai also lowered his head and quickened his pace, only looking for the corner flag in the streets and alleys with his spare eyes.

After walking through more than a dozen alleys, Ye Qianhuai finally found the red corner flag with a crescent moon pattern in an inconspicuous corner.

It's a small shop, and even the façade has only a small door with two openings, which looks like the back door of a large family. The door was hidden, and there was a faint candlelight inside.

Ye Tianhuai breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that he didn't run in vain, the store is still open. She touched the money bag in her arms, calmed down, walked to the front of the store, and buttoned the hidden door three times.

As soon as her knock fell, the door was opened by three points, and a little guy who was half a head shorter than her poked his head out, quickly looked Ye Tianhuai up and down, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Guest officer, please." After speaking, he opened the door of the store, welcomed Ye Qianhuai in, and then quickly closed the door on Ye Qianhuai.

Ye Qianhuai looked around at the small shop.

The inside of the shop is not large, only two tables of eight immortals, and four benches are placed on each side. The counter next to the door is a man long, and on a wall behind the counter are many wine jars of different sizes and styles, which are far from each other, but somewhat like the way antiques are placed on the shelves of a museum.

Ye Tianhuai keenly sensed a strangeness.

This small shop, which looks like a sake shop, has many jars, but there is not a trace of alcohol.

There was only one small guy in the whole shop, but there were no other customers. The little guy took a pot of tea from the counter, poured a cup of hot tea, put it down on one of the Eight Immortals tables, and beckoned Ye Tianhuai to sit down.

When Ye Qianhuai sat down, the little guy asked very enthusiastically, "I don't know what this son wants to drink?" ”

Ye Qianhuai remembered what Du Wenle said, and said, "Please have a pot of champion red." ”

The little guy was not surprised, and asked politely as usual: "I don't know if the son knows the origin of the champion red in the shop?" ”

Ye Tianhuai replied according to Du Wenle's teaching: "The champion is famous for tasting wine, and the fragrance of the flower store is sweet." ”